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> “Did you orgasm the night you spanked yourself?”
She shook her head again.
“Like I said before, you don’t have control over yourself in a dream, so it’s not really something I’d punish you for.” He paused and appeared to be thinking. “I’m going to change it up. I want you to make yourself come by spanking alone. Think you can do it?”
Oh, hell, yes, she could. Once a day and twice on Sunday. She smiled and nodded at the camera.
“Get to it, then,” he said. “Let me see you come.”
It wasn’t going to take much, she thought. Between the way she’d tormented herself as well as Simon watching and saying those deliciously dirty words, she was halfway there already.
She tried to make it last, to stretch out the pleasure that came from anticipation, the stinging pain of the brush only making the promise of what was coming better. She went back to light swats, and only on every third or fourth one would she give herself the hard spank she craved.
But she wasn’t used to prolonging her orgasm, no matter what she’d told Simon when he came over for dinner. All too soon, the peak of her release was upon her, and she held her breath, desperate to hold on.
“One last hard one,” Simon said, obviously seeing how hard she was trying to hold back. “And let go. I want to see you come.”
She whimpered in obedience and brought the brush down for the final time. Her pussy clenching around nothing as her orgasm hit. Her hips lifted, greedy and wanting more. She needed him inside her. Video play was fun, but it was nowhere near as satisfying as having a man with her. In person.
Holy shit, if she could come like that when it was only her, how much more intense would her release be if it was actually Simon holding the brush? She squeezed her legs together, trying to find some sort of relief, no matter how minimal.
“Better watch it,” Simon warned. “You’re only allowed the one tonight.”
She forced herself to be still and to wait patiently for him to give further instruction.
“Sit up, Faye.”
She slowly made her way into a sitting position, but thought better of it and moved to her knees on the bed.
“Good girl.” Simon’s voice still had an edge to it, and she realized it was probably because he hadn’t come.
Another reason why it was so much better to be with him in person as opposed to a video. If he was here in the room, she was willing to bet he’d be fucking her mouth at this very second.
“I think that might have been the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed,” Simon said. “The only thing that could make it hotter would be if I were able to finish off with my dick buried deep inside you.”
He sighed, and she knew he was lamenting the fact that they didn’t have that type of relationship. At least, she assumed that was what he thought. Either way, she felt a bit down all of a sudden. Simon must have felt the same, because he didn’t speak much more, telling her he’d be in contact soon and to look at her calendar for possible days to get together before the demo, before saying good-bye and disconnecting.
Lynne didn’t move right away. It hit her how unfair she was being to Simon. The more time that went by with him knowing her as both Faye and Lynne, the guiltier and guiltier she felt. She should do the right thing and confess. It had seemed like a harmless idea at the time, but she didn’t want to be Faye anymore. She wanted to be Lynne.
And now, after he’d come over for dinner, it actually seemed possible that she could have him as Lynne. But first she had to get rid of Faye.
The easiest thing to do would be to have Faye move away or somehow break up with Simon. She could do that and he’d never know she was both women. The only kink in her plan was the upcoming demo. If Faye moved away now, what were the odds that Simon would ask Lynne to take her place?
Slim to none.
Which meant she was going to have to be Faye just a little while longer.
Chapter Seven
It was a strange position for Simon to be in, and he could have kicked himself for allowing it to happen. Though, truthfully, he wasn’t sure how it could have been avoided. He ran his fingers through his hair. He wanted two women.
He wanted Lynne, and he wanted Faye.
It was almost ironic that after playing casually with partners for so many years, when he finally felt like he might be ready to think about settling down, he couldn’t decide on which woman he desired more. The problem was they both appealed to him and he wanted both of them.
Would it be better to end it with one of them now as opposed to later? He’d only talked with Lynne a handful of times, but already he was intrigued enough that he’d have to get to know her all over again. From what he’d seen so far, it would be something to look forward to.
But Faye . . .
She was a sexy mystery, and he’d like nothing better than to peel back the layers of her masks one at a time, little by little, to expose every inch of her. Add to that the way she’d orgasmed from spanking herself? Yeah, he didn’t want to let that go either.
The demo was coming up with Faye and with it the overnight trip. It wouldn’t make any sense to decide one way or the other with that in front of them. Maybe they would do the demo and it’d be obvious that there was no chemistry. Or it could be that the opposite happened. It could go so well that Faye ruined him for all other women.
Either way, he shouldn’t make a decision before playing with Faye.
After the demo with Faye, maybe he’d ask Lynne to come over to his place one Sunday afternoon to work on a puzzle. Sunday would be good. Hopefully, she’d have finished all her schoolwork.
He’d thought about inviting her to go with him to the club afterward, but he’d decided he wasn’t ready to make their relationship public just yet. Not to mention, Nathaniel had told him Lynne didn’t want to be a member there.
He couldn’t help but wonder which camp Lynne would be in. Would she like being exposed in front of others? Old Lynne? No way. But New Lynne?
The possibilities were endless.
He was driving himself crazy, trying to work things out in his head, and he jumped at the distraction when his phone rang.
He didn’t recognize the number. “Hello?”
“Hey, Simon.”
It took him a few seconds to pick up on the voice.
“Anna Beth?” he asked. “Is that you?” What the fuck was she doing calling him, and how had she gotten his number?
She giggled.
“I’m two seconds from hanging up on you,” he warned.
“Now, now, now,” she cooed. “You don’t want to do that. Not when I have information you need on those two women you like.”
Anna Beth knew about Faye and Lynne? How was that possible? Faye made sense because they posted on public boards, but how could she know about Lynne? Everyone who knew them thought they were yesterday’s news. The only person who might think differently was the sales guy at the puzzle store.
“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” he said.
“Faye and Lynne. Lynne and Faye,” she sang.
Enough was enough. “Leave me alone, Anna Beth. And leave Faye and Lynne alone, too,” he ground out. “You go anywhere near them, I’m calling the police.”
He hung up.
But if she’d wanted to shake him up, she’d achieved her goal. The call bothered him more than he wanted to admit because it just wouldn’t leave him alone. What was she talking about, and what information could she possibly have? More than that, he hated that he couldn’t think about either woman without thinking he was missing something.
• • •
Lynne drove to the secluded resort in Pennsylvania. She had a bad feeling about the weekend despite her excitement to see Simon again. So bad, in fact, she’d been up most of the night, trying to
